On the soft bed of the tavern inn, Luo Yu wept in utter despair.

Her fingers hovered near her lower belly as she cried while indulging herself.

Chai Jiu kept pulling bills from her bosom, pressing them into Luo Yu’s hand while whispering comfort in her ear.

Seeing the endless stream of cash, Luo Yu’s eyes lit up. She snatched the money, stuffed it into her cleavage, and clamped it between her thighs—then resumed wailing.

Chai Jiu’s brow furrowed. Her hand froze mid-air, bills dangling.

“Huh?” Luo Yu blinked through tears. “Why’d you stop paying?”

Chai Jiu narrowed her eyes. “You’re sobbing so hard… are you faking it just to squeeze more money out of me?”

“Damn! How’d you—” Luo Yu clapped a hand over her mouth, holding back the truth for a long moment before releasing a pitiful, pouty frown. “It’s my first time! I’m a ♀-only girl who likes ladies. I’d never do it with some random guy…”

“I see…” Chai Jiu rubbed her temples wearily. “Then what *will* make you cooperate nicely? You wouldn’t want me to force you, would you?”

“I’ve got it!” Luo Yu’s eyes sparkled with mischief. A sly grin spread across her face. “Dragon Lady, just let me play with your tail once. We’ll grind some tofu together, then research the origins of 6 and 9… and maybe explore a few other things…”

She scrambled backward on the bed, circling behind Chai Jiu to grab her swaying tail.

Clutching it, she immediately shoved it toward herself.

Chai Jiu: “….”

Luo Yu pumped a tiny fist, flushed with excitement. “Silence means consent, right?”

Chai Jiu stood abruptly. “You’re dreaming.”

“WAAAAH! BOO-HOO-HOO-HOO—”

Luo Yu collapsed back into theatrical sobs, writhing on the bed while “rewarding” herself.

“….”

“I DON’T WANT MUGWORT!!!!”

“Stop screaming.” Chai Jiu wiped sweat Luo Yu had sprayed onto her forehead. “My husband’s arriving soon. He’s incredibly handsome—no girl can resist him at first sight.”

“That’s *exactly* why I hate that Champion!” Luo Yu sobbed until exhaustion pinned her to the mattress. “Why does *he* get dragon girls, cat girls, all the girls…?”

As they waited, footsteps finally echoed on the stairs—accompanied by ragged coughing.

Hearing the male voice, Luo Yu tensed. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively.

Chai Jiu beamed, hastily wiping puddles off the floor before flinging the door open. “Watch closely! You’ll see how majestic my husband’s physique is. He’ll leave you utterly smitten!”

*Cough… cough…*

The coughing grew louder. Chai Jiu peeked out the door, then squealed with delight: “Darling! You’re here! Jiu’er’s been waiting forever!”

“Cough… cough… easy now…” Er Yue Feng shoved the wooden door open with visible effort, squeezing through the narrow gap.

Only when he straightened did Luo Yu fully grasp what kind of “human Champion” stood before her.

Though draped in robes, his gaunt face and frail spine were unmistakable. Barely twenty, he shuffled like an old man—a stiff breeze might topple him.

Luo Yu gaped, one eye wide, the other narrow. “Is your husband… terminally ill?”

“How rude, little girl.” Er Yue Feng puffed his chest, yanking off his hood to reveal waist-length, snow-white hair. “I’m perfectly healthy!”

“Absolutely!” Chai Jiu nodded vigorously, patting his shoulder—sending him crashing to his knees.

Er Yue Feng on the floor: “….”

Luo Yu: “….”

“Jiu’er, your strength grows,” he wheezed, struggling upright. “Your body’s nearing true Imaginaria resilience. Learn to control your force, understand?”

Chai Jiu scratched her nose awkwardly. “I… barely touched you…”

“Don’t be modest, my dear.”

Er Yue Feng spat a glob of bright red blood. Wiping his mouth, he staggered to his feet. “Now—show me this girl you found. You know me, Jiu’er. In all my life, I’ve craved only one thing: exquisite young women.”

“Yes! Yes!” Chai Jiu propped him up, dragging him to the bed. Her tail coiled around Luo Yu’s waist, yanking the struggling girl forward. “See? This Lower Demon is breathtaking. Even I’m jealous.”

“Is that so?” Er Yue Feng pinched Luo Yu’s chin, examining her closely. A delighted smile finally broke through. “Exquisite! Truly exquisite!”

“Exquisite my ass,” Luo Yu slapped his hand away. “Can you even *perform*, old man?”

“Respect your elders! I’m eighteen!” Er Yue Feng struck a proud pose, hands on hips. “I’m still in my prime!”

He threw a weak punch to prove it—*CRACK!*—his shoulder dislocated. Face contorted in pain, he crumpled to the floor.

“Darling! Are you alright?!” Chai Jiu hauled him up, snapping his joint back into place with a sharp twist.

“Unbelievable…” Er Yue Feng mopped sweat from his brow, muttering. “Just now… the Eight Demonic Gods of the Ancient Battlefield ambushed me simultaneously. Only my supreme martial prowess—”

“You threw out your back, grandpa,” Luo Yu deadpanned.

“Ah, the past is painful to recall.” Er Yue Feng waved a dismissive hand, untying his robe as he gripped Luo Yu’s waist. “You’re already soaked and ready, little girl. Let’s begin.”

“Seriously?! It’s really happening?!”

Luo Yu froze. Chai Jiu’s powerful tail pinned her like iron. She glanced back—only to see the dragon girl hiding a snicker behind her fan, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

*Damn this evil sister. She’s no good dragon at all.*

Resigned, Luo Yu spread her arms. She recalled manga heroines’ post-coital expressions from her past life. *Will I end up like that?* Her stellar domain’s supercharged libido craved twice-daily sessions… Would she become a depraved, used-up ragdoll? The future looked bleak.

Minutes passed. No penetration came. Only Chai Jiu’s frantic cheers filled the room:

“Husband! Push harder! You can do it! Go! Go!”

Luo Yu: “….”

She stared at Er Yue Feng’s sweat-drenched face. “Grandpa… are you actually impotent?”

“Impossible! I’m a young man! Eighteen! Just… give me a moment, girl. Don’t get cocky.”

But after more fumbling, no dragon rose to the occasion. Luo Yu yawned, boredom overtaking her.

Er Yue Feng glanced around wildly, drenched in sweat.